The sky looks pissed.
The wind talks back.
The bones are shifting in my skin
and you my love are gone.
My room seems wrong.
The bed wont fit.
I can not seem to operate
and you my love are gone.
(chorus)So glide away on soapy heels and promise not to promise anymore and if you come around again then i will take, the chain from off the door.
i'll never say, i'll never love. but i dont say alot of things and you my love are gone.
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